Daddy, You Got The Wrong Mommy-Chapter 77: She’s Not My Mommy
Vinny Hawke said, "Mom, Charlie has been looking for his mommy. I was the one who let her come."
"Why did you let her come? Charlie doesn’t even know her."
Madam Hawke whispered with a hint of reproach.
"Mom, Charlie has amnesia. No matter what, Ivy is his biological mother. It’s a good opportunity for them to build a good mother-son relationship."
Vinny persuaded, giving Victoria Don a look before Madam Hawke could reply.
Victoria Don felt a surge of joy in her heart, but she didn’t show it on her face. She maintained a demeanor befitting a virtuous wife and caring mother, and sat by the bedside.
"Charlie, my poor son, I’m sorry, mommy was wrong. Please wake up. Mommy will cherish you properly from now on and never let you get hurt again!"
Victoria Don held the little one’s hand, crying falsely.
At this moment, the little guy’s long eyelashes fluttered, and he slowly opened his eyes.
"He woke up!"
Victoria Don feigned surprise, "Charlie, you’re finally awake! That’s wonderful, mommy was worried sick!"
"Charlie, dear grandson, you scared grandpa and grandma! How do you feel now? Does your head still hurt?"
Madam Hawke’s face was full of concern as she looked at the little guy and asked softly.
Elder Hawthorne and Vinny also watched him, waiting to see his reaction.
Bea’s bright eyes swept around and settled on Victoria Don’s face.
Victoria Don maintained her composure and put on a smile she thought was gentle.
"Charlie, I’m mommy, you..."
"No! You are not my mommy! You’re the evil woman who abuses me! Get out, go away!"
Bea suddenly sat up, throwing a pillow at Victoria Don, his face filled with agitation.
Victoria Don screamed, quickly retreating, eyes filled with shock and doubt.
"What’s going on? Charlie, be good!"
The members of the Hawke Family were startled and hurried to comfort the little guy.
The family doctor, waiting on the side, stepped forward to check on the little guy at Elder Hawthorne’s indication.
"Rest assured, young master is fine. The reason for his agitation is likely due to a shock."
A shock?
Then the source of the shock is Victoria Don?
Madam Hawke was both surprised and angry, her face first to darken.
She looked at the dumbfounded Victoria Don at the side and said angrily, "Aren’t you going to leave now?"
Victoria Don’s face changed colors, she glanced at Vinny, waiting for him to speak.
Vinny furrowed his brow, looking at the little guy in Madam Hawke’s arms, and said, "Charlie, what’s wrong with you? That’s your mommy!"
"No! She’s not my mommy!"
Bea cried out, "She uses her long nails to pinch me and spank me when no one is around! Waaa, mommy wouldn’t treat her baby like that, she must be a witch in disguise!"
Bea finished speaking and secretly pinched his own little arm, squeezing out a few tears.
He was shocked!
He saw the news!
So, he remembered everything!
He was not the young master Dominic Hawke.
He was mommy’s son, Bea!
This vile woman slandered his mommy on TV, and he wanted to use the identity of the young master to make the Hawke Family detest her!
"Alright, alright, Charlie, don’t cry! She’s not your mommy, we made a mistake!"
Madam Hawke, listening to the little guy’s grievance, was both heartbroken and angry.
Children can’t lie.
Victoria Don dared to be so despicable, secretly abusing her own son?
Is she even human?
But, has the little guy been stimulated into recovering his memories?
"Victoria Don, why are you still here? Do you want me to have someone invite you out?"
Madam Hawke glared with rage, wishing she could slap her, temporarily ignoring whether the kid had recovered his memory.
"I didn’t! Madam, I didn’t abuse Charlie. He must have had a nightmare!"
Victoria Don pretended to be weak and vigorously denied it.
"I did not have a nightmare!"
Bea sniffled, tugging at Madam Hawke’s sleeve, and said in a babyish voice, "Grandma, I don’t want to see her, quickly drive her out! And don’t let her in again!"
"Alright, alright, grandma listens to the good grandson."
Madam Hawke nodded repeatedly, face full of love.
Her gaze fell on Victoria Don, instantly becoming sharp.
"Victoria Don, didn’t you hear my good grandson’s words? Get out quickly, and don’t ever set foot in the old house again!"
This old hag!
Truly not giving her any face!
Victoria Don bit her lip, cursing Madam Hawke in her heart, but she continued to feign weakness and looked pitifully at Vinny.
Vinny looked at her and was about to speak when there came footsteps at the door, followed by the tall silhouette of Damon Hawke appearing.
The aura surrounding him was as cold and arrogant as ever, causing the temperature around them to seem to drop several degrees.
"Damon, you’re back."
Victoria Don’s eyes lit up, calling out softly.
Damon Hawke’s gaze swept slowly, landing on Victoria Don with an icy look.
"Who let you come here? Get out!"
Victoria Don choked up, her eyes instantly red, "Damon..."
"I told you to leave! Don’t make me say it a third time!"
Damon Hawke’s voice was deep, carrying an undeniable authority.
Victoria Don bit her lip, looking to Vinny for help.
Vinny furrowed his brows tightly and waved his hand towards her, "Just leave for now."
This Victoria Don, truly hopeless!
How could she be despised by her own son!
Seeing that Vinny wasn’t helping her either, Victoria Don could only cover her mouth and pretend to leave sadly.
In her heart, she cursed the Hawke Family members many times over.
Especially a certain little guy.
Little brat, how didn’t you fall to your death!
Judging by just now, did he regain his memory?
Otherwise, how would he remember that she abused him?
Yet, at present, this was not the main problem.
The most important thing now was to have Elara Don take the other son and quickly leave Sea City.
The truth must not be revealed!
Inside the room, Damon Hawke looked at the little guy who had woken up, the icy aura around him slightly diminished.
He strode to the bedside, softening his voice, "Awake? Is there any discomfort?"
Bea’s bright eyes stared at Damon Hawke, his eyes darting back and forth.
The way the mighty tyrant just now drove away the evil woman was so impressive!
Now his gaze was full of concern.
He didn’t recognize his true identity and would even coax him to sleep!
So gentle!
Hmm, no longer wanted to call him the mighty tyrant!
"Why aren’t you speaking?"
Damon Hawke saw the little guy’s big eyes darting around and furrowed his brow slightly, reaching to touch his forehead.
Thankfully, no fever.
"Charlie must have been frightened by Victoria Don."
Madam Hawke cradled Bea, her face full of pity. "Charlie, don’t be afraid. Daddy has already driven that nasty woman out; she can no longer scold or hit you!"
This child, how could he endure such grievance and not say a word?
It’s heartbreaking!
"Charlie, did you recover your memory?"
Damon Hawke, standing by, keenly caught the key point in Madam Hawke’s words and asked.
Bea’s big eyes moved and nodded, "Daddy, I remembered everything. That woman was too evil; she always abused me! She doesn’t deserve to be my mommy!"
